The bribes were a pleasure to take, so fly and new, so hidden and unknown. The things, the places, the glory. Spend it like a freebird, fast and flashy. Signal the next benefactors, squirm up more green lettuce, more green backs, more green juice. The fun part.
Then the cooking starts. Butter first, to grease the pan, to coat the food, to make it savory. Next, the meat, marinaded and trimmed, turned once. Mushrooms and onions added, simmered down, sautéed. More butter.
Seasoned with salt and pepper, the knife and fork are ready to devour the delicious. But first, some blackmail gravy on top, it's just how the dish is served. Ignore the sour, bitter taste. Pay no attention to the runny, lumpy, gooey substance ruining the food. The bribed will eat it anyway.
